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The first time I took off my clothes I earned over 300 dollars, all in less than 10 minutes. Not a bad day considering! I was only 17 and was ready to take on the world, of course it didn't hurt that I was built like no 17 year old should be. Unschooled, untried and untamed, I thought I knew it all doesn't every kid at that age. I make no apologies, have few regrets and looking back, I'd probably do most all of it again. For the time, I had found my calling in dancing.
My first job was traveling the "circuit" clubs that contracted girls for a week or more at a time. I went south first, then out West. I did this for a good while then I realized that I was paying my "agent" at least 30%! Needless to say I had made enough contacts and knew enough that I struck out on my own. I started in an upscale club in DC and my life really got interesting.
They called me Country because of my accent and I was the only girl in the place that played every kind of music, including country. I was a favorite instantly for many reasons but mostly because I didn't have the prima donna attitude. I really liked what I was doing, loved the money and enjoyed making men feel like they were for at least a moment, more. That should be part of the job description, not give me your money and I'll fake a smile, if you're lucky and tip enough I'll get close.
My first foray in to the darker side of life was a cute up and coming politician. He was from old money, fun and cute. He was however lacking in morality, it was then I learned the oxy moron "Honest Politician" and just how crazy people with money could be. We'd met at the RC, sometimes the St. R and take the best room and champagne with room service, at some elses expense. I really didn't have a clue then but quickly learned. My boss pulled me aside and told me to be careful and not fall in love. As if I could, could I? Love to me meant money, freedom and self gratification. Love wasn’t a tangible thing and therefore I couldn’t possibly “fall into” it. I knew he cared, the gifts, phone calls and afternoons were proof on his part. I liked him, I really did, but honestly I cared little for the life he led, the people he knew and he was a bit of a bore. Through him I did meet some very interesting men, played poker with some powerful men; well okay I was just the cigar girl. Him and his "croonies would hire a few of us girls. Meaning we walked around topless and refilling drinks, cleaning up and letting men “accidentally” brush up against us, me it was my breast. Hey they are only breast and I really don’t (never have) understood the fascination with them! They tipped well and I mean well, I could earn in a night or two what most people work a month or more for. They also talked “business” like I wasn’t even there. The secrets I heard would make certain alphabet agencies go nuclear. I tucked one or two away, just for future references. You never know when you might need a “special friend” for a favor.
The driver that escorted us to and from these events was a decent guy and we always tipped well. He had a soft spot for me because I wasn't like the other girls, I wasn't Barbie, I wasn't stuffed, plucked or enhanced and I had a personality. The driver took me home, all the while studying me, as he let out he slipped me a business card and told me that I should give it a call. The gentleman would be expecting a call as late as tomorrow but after that I would have passed up an opportunity of a lifetime. Intrigued, hell yes, but cautious too. Tossing the idea around a little bit and really not having much to go on I called. The voice was smoky, sexy, an accent I couldn't quite place and there was laughter in it. I was hooked without ever having met him yet. He was sweet, patient and answered quite a few of my questions.
This “gentleman” was older and I was fascinated with him just after a long conversation. We met at a really nice little restaurant that knew him and quick to usher us to a dark corner with lots of privacy. He told me over lunch that he had actually been aware of me for a good while, he had kept tabs on a couple of girls that took his fancy and I was the “chosen” one, I swear that is exactly what he said. Verbatim!!! He wanted me to share my secrets with him. I was sure this wasn’t a good thing. I told him I needed to think about it for a while. He smiled and told me to take my time. We chatted a while more and had lunch. I told him that I really needed to get to work and smiled to let him down politely. He took my hand and I had to tell him that no matter what I couldn’t give away secrets that weren’t mine to give, besides all he really needed to do was start a VERY high stakes monthly poker game. He laughed and thanked me.
We met a few times more but I didn’t think it would amount to anything. Alexei as I was told to call him was from a different time, almost “Old World” and I was sure that despite my interest in him it would sizzle out. It wasn't so much the age differenc but more of culture, learning and place in life. He asked me once more to confide in him, just a tidbit I might have overheard at the games. I really knew then that was why he was so interested in me and had to tell him it was over. It really did suck because despite the differences I really liked him, not love but genuinely liked him. I think it shocked him as I told him this and excused myself at dinner to catch a cab home. He stood, took my hand and told me not to go. Taking care of the check he walked me out and kissed me softly and so sweetly. I think that it actually hurt a bit to know that I couldn’t be what he wanted. He instructed the driver to take me home. I promptly got drunk with the guys. I would miss the gifts, the little pleasures he always seem to shower me with like trips to the day spas, shopping, paying off my car and so on! Yet I knew I would actually miss him more, he was a fun man in his own way a good man.
The next morning I woke up to the guys yelling me that there was a delivery for me. I made my way to the door to sign and in waltzed the flower guy plus four more all carrying flowers of every size, color and arrangement you could think of. It took the guys more than 15 minutes to bring them all in! Only one note saying “Thank you my dear, you’ve proved yourself worthy. Meet me at airport at 4p.m. Pack light” The driver met me would tell me nothing of my destination! Okay, frustrating but at the same time exciting! I met Alexei at the airport and he really must have seen my confusion and said once we were in the air he would explain. We were able to shoot right through security, no lines no ids or anything. Wow! As we boarded the plane a Gulf Stream I’m told (impressed nah I didn’t even know what the difference was!) he handed me a beautiful fur coat. I was shocked to say the least. Alexei told me I would need it where we were going.
We ate, drank and he really did explain, he wanted to have someone in his life that was loyal and trustworthy. I was still a little mad at being tricked that way but in an offhanded way I understood. He told me to go get some sleep it would be a long trip and he had some work to do. Up until this point we had really not been very sexual, some petting, lots of kissing but nothing more. He was a bit old fashioned and I thought it sweet, frustrating but sweet.
I went back and undressed and stood a moment.
I slid on the fur and felt it on my skin, it was glorious! I went out dressed only in the coat to thank him and tell him how sensual it felt against the flesh. Okay I went out there to seduce him. As the coat rubbed against my nipples, I could feel my excitement building. I wanted this man right here and now and no was not an answer. I touched his shoulder and he turned. Even if he denied me now, the shame would have been worth it. I saw on his face so much, shock, awe, desire and pure unadulterated lust, but Alexei was a very controlled man, he quickly shuttered his face and touched mine. He whispered something in a language I couldn’t understand then told me to go back to bed. I kissed him with all I had inside of me forcing him to do something. Damn if he didn’t, he stood and smacked me across the cheek, so I did the only thing a girl could do, I punched him. He stood a moment staring at me then started laughing his head off. What a bizarre man and to think I was stuck on a plane going I don’t know where! Shit, I turned to storm off and he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his. His kiss was so hot, so full of excitement and promise.
He lowered me to the floor right there touching me all over. My need was insane. My last coherent thought was how can I want this? Yet want it I did! I don’t remember how he got his clothes off only that I felt skin against skin and almost went into frenzy. I wanted him inside me now but no, I begged, pleaded and promised if only he’d slide into me. He touched me, teased me and made me go nearly cross eyed before he finally slid into me a little at a time. Damn the man was a master of torture. I could wait no longer, I raised my hips almost violently to meet him, I watched his face as he realized I wanted to give as well as I got. I would say we made love but it was pure and base, no tenderness, no whispered words of passion, it was raw and untamed lust and damn it was good!!! He filled me, stretched me and rode me to hell and back when I could not stand it anymore we rolled over and I rode him fast, hard, pounding against him taking all him with each bounce. Every now and then he would lean up and nip at my breast, his hands pulling on my hips as if I could sink on him deeper, grind on him harder! Closing my eyes I rode him harder, grinding against him in an urgency I couldn’t begin to understand, He started straining against me, knowing my time was short I pushed harder, feeling his cock starting to throb I grabbed his free hand and placed it on my breast while I touched my pussy with my hand. I came so violently and before I could finish Alexei flipped me over and started thrusting into me like a madman screaming at the top of his lungs, clawing each other, biting each other he shoved himself deeper and deeper. I thought I might die of this but what a way to go! “Touch yourself!” he screamed, I could only do as he asked almost immediately I felt myself going over the brink again as I came all around and on Alexei, he pulled out and jacked off on me, then promptly fell on me and lay there panting. Not that I was doing any better! “Printesa mea” was all he said. All I could do was smile. We fell asleep curled up against each other, touching with the fur over us. We finally made it to the bed and slept. I woke and stretched and smiled like cats got the cream…I knew I had. Alexei came in a moment later and I swear it was the same mind blowing sex over again. The biting, the screaming, the pulling hair, sweating, the scraping of nails on flesh and again there was nothing soft about it, nothing that could be called or resembled making love. It was purely primitive
When we landed I was told we were in Russia, I was stunned! I was a simple country girl and had never really traveled far. We stayed at a friend of Alexei’s just outside of St Petersburg; I was only allowed to go into the city once and was awed and overcome by its beauty, its charm and a little overwhelmed by so much so suddenly. I think I took it all in stride and did my best not to gawk; I’m not sure how well I succeeded. He would laugh and touch my face and say something I couldn’t understand. I did meet a few of his associates and at night Alexei would explain about the meetings or dealings going on. I was flattered that he took me in his confidence and knew that it was because of my ability to keep secrets. I really didn’t understand exactly what he did but had learned early on not to ask many questions. Sometimes the less you know the better off you are. We spent four days there and I took as much in as possible. The fifth day as we boarded the plane and took our seats Alexei told me that his negotiations were successful. I smiled and congratulated him. He took my hand and explained to me that his company and another were merging, again I congratulated him. He looked me in the eyes and told me that I had to decide if I wanted this to continue and before I answered him to think about it. He then went on to explain why. To merge his company with the other a marriage had been arranged, between the daughter of the Owners Company and Alexei himself. I was shocked! In this day and age and arranged marriage?! He was kidding right? He assured me he wasn’t. I thanked him and turned and looked out the window. Could I really do this? Did I really want to? I didn’t know. I only had a little while to think about it. Coming home life returned to normal, work, little trips with Alexei, a couple big trips with him and lots of mind blowing sex. I thought about often, no I didn't obsess about it, it was or it wasn't, I mean I was a mistress in every sense of the word now with out the benefit of a wife so to speak...yet could I be that person?
I went back tp work and back to life as I knew it, I realized that I wasn’t cut out to be that girl. I had dinner with him and told him so and while it was sad for the both of us. I knew it was right for both. I kissed him and told him I would always be his friend and always be there for him. He told me that if I ever needed him, no matter he would always be there for me too. It was a sad parting but it wasn’t the end of the world.
Naturally I was a bit sad; Alexei was fun, exciting and the perfect gentleman, not someone I would spend my life with but a happy diversion from the ho-hum. I was young though and not ready to settle down with “the one” if there ever was such a thing. I wasn’t a big fan or believer of happily ever after. Needless to say it was only two months later and the announcement came, I even received an invitation to the wedding. I didn’t go, not that it would be in bad taste, but I didn’t have a thing to wear!! That and I didn’t feel like trekking back to Russia!
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Posted by d_r135 on 2009-08-25 23:03:32 | Rating: | Views: 378
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